The zodiac of the diving club
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The town is already well controled by the police, limiting the access to those who have managed to get accommodation. Progressively, streets are closed off to install loudspeakers and other equipment for the big street party. For our part, a dive is awaiting us two kilometers from the shore, in the marine park of Julian Rocks. We gear up with our dive master Jon and the skipper Wazza. The bay is splendid, with its pale saand and good waves, which we go through in the zodiac without too much effort, just enough to make it sporty and fun. The sea is crashing against the ricks we will near under water, so the visibility is very reduced, to our great surprise. We go down along the anchor line and I see a nudibranch which I take a picture of, almost losing the group because it is so hazy. We see few fish, but I spot out more nudibranch. As we are in a sort of trench, a wobeggong shark comes out of nowhere and swims less than a meter away from our group: impressive, it is almost the size of a diver and has a large head. As we go back to the mooring point, three of us go back up and I go on with Max and Jon, who shows me a ray which dashes off. The dive master asks me to go back up even if I am only on 110 out of 200 bars, since there is little to see and Max is on 60. The rope is crowded by other divers doing a 3 minute safety stop at 5 meters like us, or going down in the murky waters. Back on the boat, we fecth two sick divers and head back to the beach, the skipper waiting in the waves before speeding to the shore.
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